said, interrupting her thoughts. “We are not far. Come.”
Laila obliged. The man stopped just to be sure she caught up with him. He was smiling.
With what little light the post could spare, she saw a gleam in his eyes. If she weren’t busy worrying about what might happen next, Laila would already have been entertaining thoughts about him.
Still, she maintained eye contact while she approached. Something she learned online about being in situations like this.
“I’m Eric, by the way, in case you were wondering,” he said, baring his teeth with a wide smile. “And no, I’m not going to do anything to you. At least not tonight,” his smile was even wider this time.
“Thanks, I guess,” she managed to respond.
Her eyes leveled with his. Those gleaming orbs that seemed to be full of mischief spoke to her, stared back as if to taunt her. It was like they were warning her to stay away. It might have been the few sips of beer, or it could have been the last waves of ecstasy that lay trapped inside her. Maybe it was the wild sights she had seen on the grounds of the Alpha Kappa Omega’s frat party. Or perhaps, in a sense, it had been too long since she had been in the arms of another man. She did not tarry; Laila didn’t have the time to examine her motives.
Before Laila could think about it, she found her body launching in his direction, her arms coming up from both sides. Her hands found the sides of his face and, without any further thought, locked her lips against his.
Eric, for a moment, found himself wide-eyed and rooted to the ground. It didn’t take long before he was fencing tongues with the woman he was antagonizing just moments earlier. Her kiss was rude; her tongue insisted in being given access. Eric resisted at first, but the contrast between her approach and the feel of her tongue won him over. Hers was a tongue that felt as soft as goat’s cheese on his palate. With her hands on both sides of his head, her tongue battling his, and her body pushing against his, she won him over.
Eric was almost overwhelmed with Laila’s advances. He was barely able to think that the two of them were very visible against the street lights that framed the entrance to the university. He only hoped that the solitary guard that manned the gate’s entrance had not been able to spot them yet. It was a good thirty paces away at least, but then he remembered they were just a bickering couple of moments back – he could not take chances.
Without breaking their locked lips, he maneuvered her through placing one hand on her shoulder and one hand on her hips, guiding her back to where they were barely illuminated. Laila did not object, her fires were blazing to the point of not caring. Eric, in an honest moment found rare among men in such situations, admitted that things are probably going to end better than he had forecasted. With such thought, he worked carefully to stoke her fires, taking care not snuff it out nor let it blaze on too strong that it would consume itself.
Once they were on the dimmer side by his estimation, Eric quickly worked to rouse whatever remained of Laila’s conscious thoughts. He knew he had to overcome that one last obstacle before home run. While her arms were still locking his head in place, he deftly slid one hand down her bum, giving it a squeeze, his other hand shamelessly slid under her blouse to cop a feel. His squeeze brought a pause to her incessant advances. When Eric managed to slide the bra over the crest of Laila’s teat, he maneuvered his hand such that her nipples were between his thumb and forefinger, leaving the entire hand cupping her breast. Simultaneously, Eric squeezed both boob and nub. He was rewarded with an appreciative and low moan.
It was Laila who broke the kiss. Eric’s heart stopped. Oh shit no! he thought. His light panic was immediately quashed when he saw Laila looking around. She was looking for a place! A smile crept up his face when he realized that. He
Laila obliged. The man stopped just to be sure she caught up with him. He was smiling.
With what little light the post could spare, she saw a gleam in his eyes. If she weren’t busy worrying about what might happen next, Laila would already have been entertaining thoughts about him.
Still, she maintained eye contact while she approached. Something she learned online about being in situations like this.
“I’m Eric, by the way, in case you were wondering,” he said, baring his teeth with a wide smile. “And no, I’m not going to do anything to you. At least not tonight,” his smile was even wider this time.
“Thanks, I guess,” she managed to respond.
Her eyes leveled with his. Those gleaming orbs that seemed to be full of mischief spoke to her, stared back as if to taunt her. It was like they were warning her to stay away. It might have been the few sips of beer, or it could have been the last waves of ecstasy that lay trapped inside her. Maybe it was the wild sights she had seen on the grounds of the Alpha Kappa Omega’s frat party. Or perhaps, in a sense, it had been too long since she had been in the arms of another man. She did not tarry; Laila didn’t have the time to examine her motives.
Before Laila could think about it, she found her body launching in his direction, her arms coming up from both sides. Her hands found the sides of his face and, without any further thought, locked her lips against his.
Eric, for a moment, found himself wide-eyed and rooted to the ground. It didn’t take long before he was fencing tongues with the woman he was antagonizing just moments earlier. Her kiss was rude; her tongue insisted in being given access. Eric resisted at first, but the contrast between her approach and the feel of her tongue won him over. Hers was a tongue that felt as soft as goat’s cheese on his palate. With her hands on both sides of his head, her tongue battling his, and her body pushing against his, she won him over.
Eric was almost overwhelmed with Laila’s advances. He was barely able to think that the two of them were very visible against the street lights that framed the entrance to the university. He only hoped that the solitary guard that manned the gate’s entrance had not been able to spot them yet. It was a good thirty paces away at least, but then he remembered they were just a bickering couple of moments back – he could not take chances.
Without breaking their locked lips, he maneuvered her through placing one hand on her shoulder and one hand on her hips, guiding her back to where they were barely illuminated. Laila did not object, her fires were blazing to the point of not caring. Eric, in an honest moment found rare among men in such situations, admitted that things are probably going to end better than he had forecasted. With such thought, he worked carefully to stoke her fires, taking care not snuff it out nor let it blaze on too strong that it would consume itself.
Once they were on the dimmer side by his estimation, Eric quickly worked to rouse whatever remained of Laila’s conscious thoughts. He knew he had to overcome that one last obstacle before home run. While her arms were still locking his head in place, he deftly slid one hand down her bum, giving it a squeeze, his other hand shamelessly slid under her blouse to cop a feel. His squeeze brought a pause to her incessant advances. When Eric managed to slide the bra over the crest of Laila’s teat, he maneuvered his hand such that her nipples were between his thumb and forefinger, leaving the entire hand cupping her breast. Simultaneously, Eric squeezed both boob and nub. He was rewarded with an appreciative and low moan.
It was Laila who broke the kiss. Eric’s heart stopped. Oh shit no! he thought. His light panic was immediately quashed when he saw Laila looking around. She was looking for a place! A smile crept up his face when he realized that. He